in the interzone now
Speaking with the voice of a kid, *I* worry too. A hell of a lot. Augh. My best friend is intentionally clueless, and will cry, scream and protest if anyone turns on the news when she's in the room, because she just doesn't want to know.
I've decided that surviving every-day life hasta be enough, and I think I've always been a little bit too careful. Never been to a really big-name concert in my life, and those concerts I have gone to were always assigned seating, and I was usually as far back as my sight could allow.
I mean, even when I was too young to have heard of all the horror stories of people stampeding, I was still claustrophobic enough to make up my *own* horror stories, and give me an excuse to be too careful.
And to think, most people see me as a wild-child... Um, I'll try not to burst their bubble.
There's so many things to worry about right now, it's hard to concentrate on living. And I hafta tackle university courses like this. Somebody save me!
So I've been going ditzy lately, rather on purpose, to maybe lessen the blow of things to come.
I'm glad I'm in Canada now, though I know that won't make a difference forever.
remember the sound
that could wake the dead
but nobody woke up at all